Solangelo Fanfiction Nico Collapses Novels & Stories

"What the hell did you do?!" I stumbled backward. Several people jumped to their feet and chairs scraped loudly against the floor. "Soreya!" "Stop!" Nico was already moving. He grabbed her arm and pulled with all his strength, but she refused to let go immediately. "You ruined everything!" she screamed. Finally her grip slipped. I staggered backward while Nico dragged her away from me. My hair had completely fallen across my face, my scalp burned. Yet all I could hear were the whispers growing louder around us.

The name lingered in Nico’s chest like a tremor. Noel noticed. “You okay?” “I just need a second.” When they stepped inside the villa, Nico slipped from Noel’s hold and locked himself in the en suite bathroom without another word. Noel hesitated, then leaned against the door. “I’m not leaving. So cry it out. Scream if you need. But I’m not walking away.” Inside, Nico collapsed onto the cool marble tiles. The sobs tore through his chest as flashbacks reeled like daggers.

He waits outside, arms crossed, a sentinel carved in stone. Inside, the café hums with life, students hunched over laptops, businessmen on their phones, the hiss of espresso machines. For the first time in weeks, I feel almost invisible. Almost normal. But the feeling doesn’t last. A figure slides into the seat across from me before I can react. My heart stutters. Nico. His smile is smooth, dangerous. “Well, well. The little nurse finally slipped her leash.” My throat goes dry. My eyes dart to the window where Lucio waits, but Nico’s hand covers mine before I can move.

He spat, the angry tone in his voice, causing Chiara to tremble. “I-I’m not in love with Dante.” She said stubbornly, her gaze shifting downwards. Nico let go of her face and stood straight. In another situation, he would have found her stubbornness endearing, but this was different. He pointed the gun at her, his face hardening. “If you’re going to keep being stubborn, then fucking die!” Chiara squeezed her eyes shut, tearfully awaiting her painful exit. The gun sounded somewhat far from her, but the pain never came. She forced her eyes open, and was greeted by the sight of Nico staggering backwards while clutching his bleeding hand.

“so much trouble. Just give up, vampire. there is no place for you here in this world. Just give up.” Nicolai came back to his sense. “Give up? no.” he punched him hard on his face before he could grab him. The man’s nose bled profusely, but that didn’t stop him. he kept attacking him. Nico kicked him in the balls and when he was momentarily distracted he smashed the back of his neck hard. A loud crack was heard.. The man collapsed Nico dazedly glanced at his corpse. “it…it was an accident… it… it was…..”

Draven's face darkened, and he shot Nico a vicious glare. "Fall in love with my enemy's daughter? What kind of pathetic fool do you take me for?" "As tempting as she is in my bed, it doesn't change the fact that she's a sinner's daughter." " I know exactly what I'm doing. " "Once I've avenged my mother, I'll send her away immediately." Nico seemed to give up. I heard him stand up. The footsteps grew closer. I panicked and tried to hide, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled back against a console table in the hallway, instinctively cradling my stomach as a heavy vase crashed to the marble floor.

“Didn’t think you’d want to meet so soon after what happened to your little fiancée.” The sound that leaves my throat is low and dangerous—half laugh, half growl. “You tried to assassinate a pregnant woman, and you want to make small talk?” Renzo raises a hand like I’m a kid throwing a tantrum. “We didn’t try to kill her. Believe me, if we wanted her dead, she'd be by now. That was just a warning.” I move so fast neither of them sees it coming—I slam Nico’s face into the concrete pillar behind him. His skull cracks against the surface, blood spilling immediately. His scream echoes across the steel beams above us.

I had to hold on to some kind of hope. As I opened the door my body froze. At first, I looked down afraid of what to say to Niko, but when my eyes found his body, I didn't know what to do. The room was dark with red hues and there was a large bed in the center with black silk sheets. Niko's body was over six feet tall and completely bare as he rammed himself violently into a woman he had bent over the edge of the bed. His hand wrapped in her hair, forcing her face into the mattress as she screamed in pleasure. He roughly pulled her head back, making her screams louder.

It felt like it lasted forever, wave after wave. I lay there trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down, my body still tingling all over. My mind felt fuzzy and warm. This was crazy — wanting this older man, my dad’s best friend, this badly. But lying here with him, feeling everything he just did, I knew I hadn’t made the wrong decision. This felt right in a deep, dangerous way. Nico pulled his fingers out gently. He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, then brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, tasting every drop of me. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed my ponytail, wrapping my hair tight around his fist.

Alessia muttered to herself, and the door handle began to turn. My head snapped to Nico. I gave him a look that was full-on begging. He might be Salvatore’s son, but if someone caught us like this, only one of us would survive. The door pushed open and right when I thought he’d leave me there like that, Nico shoved me away. He pushed me off like I was nothing. Like I disgusted him. Like I hadn’t been everything to him just hours ago. I stumbled back, barely catching my balance. My chest was heaving, and the sudden cold from where his body used to be was almost painful.